Limerence

Chapter one

"Yes, Your Highness?" George asked as he opened the door to The Prince's room.

"Over here." The demanding voice of The Prince echoed from wherever he was.

The room — more like a suite — was huge. It had a little hall that led to a small living room with two plush red sofas with golden velvet cushions, a golden marble coffee table and wooden drawers adorned with framed family photos and lamps. The floor was covered with a red printed carpet and the walls had a light beige-colored touch. At the back of the room there were two tall glass doors — that led to the balcony — covered with golden-like curtains. At either side of the room, there were two more golden doors, the left ones leading to The Prince's dress room and the right ones to the bedroom. The last two were wide open, revealing Prince Clayton's tall figure. 

Even though George was colorblind and couldn't really appreciate the beauty of the room, it never failed to surprise him.

"Prince Clayton, what can I help you with?" George vowed at The Prince as spat the question a little more aggressive than he would've liked. Prince Clayton didn't seem to notice how harsh his voice was as he finished buttoning his vest. George tried to ignore the feeling that told him to check out The Prince.

He miserably failed.

Even though all George could see was his side profile, the advisor got a good view of the general picture. He was wearing a midnight blue silk suit, a white shirt and a three colored-tie — light blue, lilac and gold — with a handkerchief of the same color. The vest — which was already buttoned up — had three pairs of golden buttons and a small golden chain attached to the first pair. His dirty blond hair had a natural comb-over look that seemed perfect for his medium length hair. With his perfectly shaved face George could appreciate The Prince's jawline in all its glory. 

He was just beautiful.

George thought he looked so good, but of course he wouldn't say it out loud. It wasn't that he was ashamed to admit he had a little crush on The Prince. It was more of the fact that his crush was based on how good-looking Prince Clayton was.

"We need to start planni—" The Prince started just before he was interrupted.

"Georgie!" the mentioned turned his head to the voice screaming his name. A warm smile formed in his lips.

"Prince Nicholas," he said as he vowed at the second prince "it has been quite long since the last time we saw each other."

Prince Nicholas was The Prince of Bridgainsshal — a neighboring kingdom — and Prince Clayton's best friend. He had always been a very social person and wasn't afraid to be nice to the servants. The raven-haired prince was smiling at George with a gleam of happiness in his brown eyes. He was wearing a wine color suit similar to Prince Clayton's.

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Nick? Drop the formalities already!" Prince Nicholas reproached George with a smile similar to his. Then he pulled him into a hug that George couldn't turn down. "I've missed you so much! I can't believe—".

"Can you cut the crap already?" Prince Clayton snapped coldly behind them.

"What is wrong with you?" Prince Nicholas asked as he backed down from the hug. "Don't listen to him Georgie, he is just in a bad mood."

George chuckled. How could he not listen to him? He was literally the soon to be King.

"What? Is he your boyfriend or something? Stop calling him Georgie, for fuck's sake. He is just an advisor." Prince Clayton said angrily leaving the room with an awkward silence. 

Of course, that's exactly were George's crush ended.

George pretended to not care about the words that came out of The Prince's mouth, but deep down he knew they had an effect on him. Prince Nicholas, on the other hand, gave his friend a shocked look before mumbling a 'sorry' to George.

The royal advisor decided to break the silence. "Your Highness said we had to start planning something? Were you talking about the Spring Ball, Prince Clayton?" George's voice was monotonous, almost as he couldn't care less about whatever The Prince wanted to plan.

"Yes. Please make sure to make everything perfect. I don't have time to waste it on choosing color schemes, so the choice is yours. Just bring in the final details once you're done. I want you to be fully focused on this. You're dismissed." Roehighport's Prince notified not even deigning to look at George.

And with that, George left The Prince's room.

Why does The Prince have to be so rude? George thought as he walked. He knew he shouldn't take it personal, but he couldn't help feeling a little down. Though, if he thought about it in a selfish way, the fact that Prince Clayton was son rude to everyone was literally the only reason why George hadn't fallen in love with him. It was probably the best for his heart.

He decided to go to his room to start with all the planning so no one could bother him. As he was walking to his destination, he descried one of the guards of the castle.

"Hey Dave." he greeted his friend. 

"George." he said as he nodded his head. "Where are you headed up to?"

"My room. Prince Clayton asked me to start planning the Spring Ball."

"What? Poor little princess couldn't do it himself?" the guard asked with a grin on his face.

"Dave, please. He is too busy making sure his hair stays in place." both of them laughed softly at their comments. It was no secret most of the servants hated The Prince.

"Well, have fun stuck in your comfy room. I'll surely have fun walking around the castle making sure Your Highness doesn't break a nail." Dave added sarcastically. "I'll see you later George."

"Goodbye Dave." the royal advisor waved off as he left to his room.

* * *

George stood up from the chair he was sitting in and stretched his back hearing a crack. He had been writing down all he could come up with that would be necessary for the ball he was planning. He had over 20 lists now with at least fifty options each. He let out a yawn and looked at the clock. 

22:32

He began planning the ball around noon and this was the first break he had taken. He didn't even eat, and probably wouldn't eat now. All because he was so concentrated writing everything that would come up to his mind so that he wouldn't forget it. He could try to go to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers from dinner, but he knew they had been probably thrown out. 

He let out a weak curse.

George decided it would probably be best if he went to sleep now and continued with the planning next morning. He sat in the edge of his bed and his eyes focused on the bed right in front of him. 

It was David's bed. 

A sad feeling took over him. David was one of the few friends he could see daily. They would have late night talks about everything and nothing. David was Prince Mauro's royal advisor and he basically taught George everything he knew. He was always so cheerful and knew how to make George smile. If George was feeling down, he knew exactly what to say to make him feel better.

George missed David a lot.

A tear rolled down his right cheek.

A knock on the door brought him back to earth. He quickly wiped the tear of his face and went to open the door.

"Your Highness." George greeted Prince Clayton. He was surprised enough to forget he needed to bow.

"George. May I come in?"